Butterflies

Butterflies are a magical magentic wonder of our world's skies
In many ways they are not dissimilar to us coming in all different colours categories configurations and size.
Butterflies can't see their own wings they never know their outer beauty or no how truly beautiful they are
But everyone else can see them and can admire their breathtaking beauty a comparison not too far
To our human nature
Such a delicacy and in the same instance there fluttering features so delicate
Fragile to the core yet they dance with such fierce verocity truly supereminent,
No fear as they dart from side to side busy fulfilling their fluttering  butterfly duties,
Such pure souls can't stay here for too long 15 to 29 days for these beauties,
Is this why they flutter by so quickly gliding with urgency through the skies
Because there is so much to do and such little time to do it before their demise.
I wonder if they contemplate their destined fate
Not taking a single second for granted keeping them constantly fluttering by their due date.
Sounds splendid not knowing how disgustingly dazzling you truly are,
Not having that self conscious hang up based on appearance would be bizarre
You simply exist with heavenly peace, mental tranquility sounds like beautiful bliss.
Spending days fluttering amongst floral incenses the aroma a sweet treat
Birds soar high above bouncing from branch to branch of the tall trees as they tweet
Nature's colour palette is so bright from the dainty petals of the wandering wildflowers  
As I dash from flower to flower full of pure joyful glee fluttering tumbling swooping and soaring
I could dance  for hours with other insects like a buzzy bumbling bee
I'm a beautiful butterfly you see, now you can see me in all my beauty and glory,
And it doesn't really bother me I'm content not seeing my wings they are there so I can fly mainly
So I'm as content as can be,  just being a beautiful butterfly fluttering away as I pass thee.